Page 1 of Show and Tell
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Lily
Iwait in the outdoor garden area of my favorite restaurant, Gemma’s.It’s a gorgeous day in St.George, and the restaurant has gone all out with the garden décor.The tables are shaded under a white canopy, and beautiful wisteria bloom, their petals radiant in shades of purple and pink.The wrought-iron table and chairs are more comfortable than they look, with cheery pink and white striped cushions tied with ribbons.
Even better, the restaurant has a casual and relaxed vibe, and I’m anything but at the moment.It’s because of my upcoming conversation with the man of the house, Lionel Kenneally.My stepfather and I live under the same roof, and I’ve been in a relationship with the handsome man for a few months now.But recently, we decided to open our relationship and explore new liaisons.Or more accurately, I asked to be introduced to a few of Lionel’s friends, and he agreed.
To be honest, I was surprised that Lionel consented to my request because what man shares his woman?I thought alpha males were supposed to be growly and possessive, and Lionel is.But he also explained that experienced lovers make for better lovers, and he wants me to explore my cravings while I’m young.He adores my curvy body, and says that my tight pussy and even tighter ass should be enjoyed by multiple men.Of course, in the end, I belong only to him, but during this period of physical exploration, I’m to experience as much pleasure as possible.
I don’t know how his generosity makes me feel.Nervous, definitely, but also heady with anticipation.Who will Lionel’s friends be?What will they look like?They’ll be gorgeous for sure, but how will they treat me?Will the men gently fondle my curves, while kissing my lips and massaging my breasts?Or will I be savagely taken as I’m bound and blindfolded, the object of focused masculine lust?Both options excite me, and I know I should be ashamed of these deviant desires.Yet, it doesn’t feel deviant to me at all.It feels right, and that’s why Lionel and I are perfect together.The handsome billionaire wants to help me explore my deepest desires, and I’m his ready pupil.
The iron gate to the garden opens with a creak and I look up just in time to see a pretty, perky waitress with a bouncy ponytail lead my stepfather into the garden.
“Here you are, Mr.Kenneally,” she coos while shooting him a flirtatious smile.“I hope you enjoy your meal with your daughter.”
Of course, I’m basically invisible to the waitress.As I watch, she smiles at Lionel even wider.I swear, if she grinned any harder, those cherubic cheeks would crack.But her blue eyes are innocent because this girl obviously doesn’t suspect that Lionel and I are more than just your standard father-daughter duo.Why would she?We look like normal people, even if my stepfather is incredibly handsome with charcoal hair; piercing blue eyes; and the body of a god, complete with broad shoulders and washboard abs.The waitress has no idea what Lionel and I do after the lights go out, and even when the lights are still on.
Still, I feel myself getting red under the collar, and feel the need to assert my possession.It makes zero sense, and yet rage suffuses my form even as I smile sweetly.
“Hi Daddy,” I coo in a low voice.“I’m so glad you could make it.I’ve been getting so hungry.You know the baby is always hungry, and now, I’m eating for youandyour son.”
That makes the hostess jerk around to look at me with wide eyes.Yeah, take that, bitch, I smirk internally.You had no idea that this man and I are intimate, did you?
But she catches herself and manages a weak smile before turning to go.
“Well, enjoy your meal,” she says in a too-bright voice.“I’ll be back soon for your order.”
We watch as the blonde waitress practically runs away, the iron gate banging with her hasty departure.Then, Lionel seats himself, folding that massive form into a comically tiny chair.
“Do you think she’ll be back?”he asks in a low growl, fixing me with those blue eyes.
I giggle before rubbing my soft, poochy belly.
“I don’t know, Daddy, but my guess is no.I bet that she sends one of her male co-workers over for our order.You know, because pregnant women eat a lot.”
Lionel raises a black brow at me, an amused smile teasing the corner of his mobile lips.
“Are you pregnant, Lily?I thought we talked about this, and you said you weren’t ready to have children.”
I nod while giggling again.
“I’mnotpregnant, Daddy, because I’m not ready.But Idowant to get pregnant someday, and hopefully with your children.Just not today.Not now.”
A stain darkens on my stepfather’s high cheekbones as Lionel’s blue eyes bore into me, taking in my delicate features, long chestnut hair, and big breasts.
“You would look gorgeous with my baby growing inside your tummy, sweetheart,” he rasps, reaching over to caress my soft belly through my thin t-shirt, “but I agree.Now isn’t the time because I want you to live a little before you settle down.Withme,” he says for emphasis, brooking no disagreement in his gaze.“Of course, you’ll be having my babies in the future.”
I reach forward to grasp his big, tanned hand in my small one while making eye contact.
“Of course, Daddy.I wouldn’t get pregnant with any man’s babies but yours because that would be a huge mistake.But you’re right.It’s a little early to be discussing a family, and I appreciate the opportunity to sow my wild oats beforehand.Is that what you call it for women?”I ask, tilting my head to the side.“It sounds like something only men do.”
Lionel shakes his dark head, his blue eyes intense.
“No, women can sow their wild oats too.It’s not as apt when applied to women because the word ‘sowing’ implies the spreading of seed, and of course, women don’t have seed in that sense.But the meaning of the expression still applies.I want you to enjoy yourself, Lily, before settling down with me for good.”
A warm glow of happiness heats me up from the inside out and I squeeze Lionel’s big hand while looking into his eyes.
“Thank you, Daddy.I appreciate your generosity because giving me space will help me mature.And I don’t think it’ll take too long.I want to have your babies, Mr.Kenneally, and can’t wait.”
